"As for books, read them if you can. If you can't, it doesn't matter that much. The Chu family isn't some ordinary household. Supporting one of you is nothing—we could afford to support several more."
Chu Yihan looked at the heavy little cloth pouch in his hand. A trace of warmth welled up inside him, and his expression softened considerably. With a rare show of genuine feeling, he said, "Thank you, Mother!"
Madam Chu patted his arm reproachfully. "Why are you still being so formal with your mother? Go on, have fun. Just don't stay out too late."
As she spoke, she looked toward Wei Hong, who was standing outside the door, her expression turning serious. "Wei Hong, I'm entrusting Second Young Master to you. Don't let him get too tired, and don't let anyone bully him. If anyone dares to bully him, come back and tell me at once."
Wei Hong hurriedly nodded. "Yes, Madam."
The two who had just returned got back into the car.
However, just as their car started moving, an army-green jeep drove in through the large iron gate.
The two cars brushed past each other, their headlights illuminating the scenes inside both vehicles.
The person who had returned was First Young Master Chu Qingyun of Chu Manor, dressed in a crisp, smart military uniform.
Chu Qingyun had excelled academically since childhood. He had gone abroad to study at seventeen, then returned to the country at twenty and joined his father's troops to gain experience.
By now, in just two years, he had risen to the rank of colonel and become Marshal Chu's right-hand man.
His excellence and self-discipline stood in stark contrast to the ordinariness, laziness, and rebelliousness of Second Young Master Chu Yihan.
Whenever people mentioned First Young Master Chu, they all gave